The Tipping Balance

Lost in a maze of numbers, tight, I scratched my head—my hair took flight. Paused a while, let time slip free, Returned with fresh eyes—oh, the key! A whisper of change, a shift in the tide, A tweak in thought, the answer inside. The Earth once breathed in steady tune, Now, fevered winds howl at the moon. A fraction climbs—a world remade, Snow on dunes, storms invade. A moment too slight, a world redefined, A tipping scale of nature’s mind. The markets dance on trembling ground, A rumor falls—fortunes drown. One misstep, a reckless word, And empires crumble, fate deterred. A fragile thread, a sudden spin, A tipping point, where losses begin. Life itself, a delicate fight, Right or wrong, dim or bright. A fleeting spark, a guiding hand, May tip the scales where choices stand.